V2.Chapter 362

Yan cenxuan and others are here. The flowers on the street will not change their martial arts. Therefore, Pingji is able to do it all at once, and the two immediately roll into a group.

She pinched the neck of the flower on the street, and her hair was scattered in a mass, half mad and half resentful. She said in a sharp voice: "bitch, even if I die, you have to give me a cushion! No, no, that's not enough. "

The malice in her eyes was almost congealed into substance, and her long fingernails were scratched on her cheek, which was as soft and white as gelled fat.

Seeing this, Yan Beicheng immediately clenched his hands into fists. Regardless of this, he went forward to pull Pingji up, forcibly separated the people and threw them aside. Then he rushed to the front of the flowers on the street, holding her face carefully.

Pingji is really too crazy, Rao is Yanbei city fast enough, the white cheek of flowers on the street is still marked with a bloodstain, and the blood beads the size of soybeans are facing out.

"Take her down quickly." Yan cenxuan originally wanted to go forward, but seeing that Yan Beicheng was so nervous, he was busy suppressing his worries and turned to command the people in the house.

Just now, all the servants in the house were alerted. Many people gathered around and tied up Pingji and blocked her mouth. Then they pulled her down in a hurry.

"Brother Huang, sister-in-law, she..." Yan cenxuan stood aside for a while, but he still could not hold back his worry. He was about to ask, but before he finished speaking, he saw that Yan Beicheng had already directly picked up the flowers on the street and walked out in a hurry. His originally eager heart was suddenly poured cold water, which made him wonder what it was like.

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"I'm fine." Along the way, Yan Beicheng clings to moshanghua, and it's useless for her to struggle. It's not until the dock yard that he relaxes a little strength. Before she can put her on the bed, she jumps out of his arms and speaks faintly.

Seeing her indifferent appearance, Yan Beicheng frowned and raised his hand as if he wanted to touch her wound. But he was afraid that it would hurt her. For a moment, he had no idea what to do, but he was confused with the stranger.

Looking at her blank look, he couldn't help pinching her on the other side of her cheek. "Stupid woman, why don't you defend yourself in such a situation? If she is a little crazy and pulls out a hairpin to stab you, do you want to be obedient? "

The flower on the street blinked gently, and her long eyelashes stirred up like wings, "so many people from the imperial city are staring there, and can I slack off? What's more, with so many people present, how can they all sit back and ignore me? Anyway, I have nothing to do, but Pingji, who might have left a way to live, now I'm afraid it's the only way to live. "

"If a woman dares to hurt her own king, it is not too much to divide her body." Mentioned here, Yanbei city originally quiet eyes immediately dyed a bit violent color, the bottom of the eyes a dark.

A warm heart in the stranger, the corners of his lips can not help but gently hook, but unexpectedly affected the wound on his cheek, and suddenly blood beads came out, dripping on the back of Yan Beicheng's hand, like hot molten iron, pulled his thoughts back.

"What's going on? Why are you still dripping blood?" But it's just a scratch. It should be scabby soon. But when it comes to the cheek of moshanghua, it doesn't scab. It's still bleeding out. Yan Beicheng is shocked.